Ral - Planeswalking is exhausting

Ral sat down—all but collapsed down—on a flat rock. “Where are we?”

“Ixalan,” she responded. “But Tezzeret’s moved on. He barely stopped a moment here. We should go.”

Ral hated to show weakness, but—exhausted from more planeswalking in a day than he’d ever done in an entire month—he said, “Listen, I get that you and I are built differently. But I need to catch my breath. I’m pretty well fried.” He pointed toward the setting sun. “To be honest, we may have to spend the night here.”

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War of the Spark: Forsaken, Chapter 38